4/29/11
This is what happens when the Deficit Task Force of the Budget Subcommittee bring their lovers’ quarrel into the meetings of the Budget Subcommittee proper. It’s all Fat Albert and Hobart shrieking at each other about squelching rainy days and nipping and tucking fat cats. The rest of the Budget Subcommittee look on stoically as they try to interpret the archaic code of the Deficit Task Force. Are these guys actually discussing fiscal issues or working out their plans for the next Deficit Task Force retreat, scheduled to take place at the Bakst Bed and Breakfast in beautiful Charleston, South Carolina? (I find this strip pretty depressing as it is actually a good representation of many meetings in my world: a couple of lunatics working out thinly veiled interpersonal disputes while everybody else suffers in silence, wondering why they need to witness stupid drama.)
4/30/11
Oh hi, baseball season! We didn’t see you over there. How’s tricks? What, the Valley Conference opener? How’d that go? Oh fabulous! What? Oh, okay, well see ya later, we guess. Call us!
Oh with subplot 1.2a, the rise of Derek Chance and the Longshots, who can play on the street now instead if in a pit. Well, that’s what Buzz Marco, proprietor of the Bottom Dollar Saloon, has led them to believe. It’s even money that the Longshot are going to end up as performers in Marco’s amateur fetish porn productions (or something way less interesting).
Gil is not driving a bus here is he? It would have to be a bus that has the driver seat on the left side (which is what you end up with when you don’t read the fine print in those fat cat contracts). I prefer to think that Gil’s steely-eyed focus is not on the road ahead but his version of what Seinfeld fans will recognize as the David Puddy Stare, an indicator of the barest of mental activity in a thick skull of complacency.
“Steet Level”? I guess that’s some kind of Milford slang.
Comment by Scott de B. — April 30, 2011 @ 8:41 am
Yes, steet level. It is that area between street and teet.
Okay. That’s all I got. Someone missed on the lettering.
What to make of Hronk then? Bronk? Cronk?
Comment by bevo — April 30, 2011 @ 9:58 am
It must be Bizzarro World!
That would be Coach Lig Proht and the drivers seat is correctly placed.
Comment by exmiscellanea — April 30, 2011 @ 10:43 am
Oh boy, a “Gil Thorp” story ripped from the headlines! I can hardly wait to see what Neal Rubin has in store for Hobart, his Gov. Scott Walker stand-in: “Here’s our chance to bust those lazy-ass teachers down to minimum wage! Starting with that no-account loser of a coach!”
…wait, now I’m agreeing with Hobart. Gaah.
On a lighter note, what’s Gil doing with his hair these days? It looks like he’s reinforcing his “Kookie” Byrnes upsweep with some mini-rebar.
Comment by John S. Walters — April 30, 2011 @ 12:44 pm
I swear I read that twice and thought it said ‘Street Level’, and figured he’s being sarcastic about moving up. Then I read the comments and thought they mispelled street, and by golly it IS Steet. What the hell is a steet?
Comment by Rob — April 30, 2011 @ 1:10 pm
Hobart’s hand in the 4/29 first panel is the freakiest of freak hands. “See, my palm faces out on my right hand! It’s open and shut!”
Hey, hey, hey, Hobart-opposition-guy-who-possesses-common-sense. Take it the steets!
All right, Milford’s baseball team won the Valley Conference opener. How’s the girl’s team doing? Just curious.
Comment by Dood — April 30, 2011 @ 7:47 pm
Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb.
Comment by Ned Ryerson — April 30, 2011 @ 8:49 pm
Ease up, Ned.
I’m hoping that Rep. Betty Bright will show up at this meeting and tell people what’s what! Sure enough! Look around! Check it! Count it! Bonk! HRONK!
Comment by Don, the Rebel without a Blog — April 30, 2011 @ 11:05 pm
4/30 P1: Phew! At least the team dropped last year’s disgusting ritual of public pooping when they won a game.
Comment by semperfi4evr — May 1, 2011 @ 9:54 am
is gil trying to style his hair like j jonah jameson andwhat ishe staring at . ithought he was driving the bus too
Comment by mr120zcan — May 1, 2011 @ 11:21 am
Guess we have to wait to see whether “steet” is an error or the plural of stoat.
Comment by vaganova — May 1, 2011 @ 8:24 pm
@vaganova: May 2 strip (spoiler? nah, not really)shows them playing at the Bottom Dollar, so I’m guessing that’s gotta be a typo. It’s a bar that’s not a pit, i.e. not below “steet level.”
Comment by delvaldawg — May 2, 2011 @ 4:25 am
I think “street level” means that Fat Chance and the Shortstops are goin to be playing on the street with their baseball hats on the ground, ready to take spare change.
Ease up, Hobart!
Comment by Regina — May 2, 2011 @ 4:47 am
Takin’ it to the steets!
Comment by Ned Ryerson — May 2, 2011 @ 6:32 am
Didn’t Gil play football for Steet U?
Comment by billytheskink — May 2, 2011 @ 10:30 am
Gotta admit, that Slim is steetwise.
Comment by Dood — May 2, 2011 @ 12:37 pm
And you would have thought Tilden would have the advantage, what with that house between first and second base (4/30 panel #1).
Comment by Milfordian — May 2, 2011 @ 2:32 pm
Down on the corner
Out in the steet
Slim and the Longshots are playin
Bet a nickel, Larks get beat.
Comment by Rob — May 2, 2011 @ 3:01 pm
Ease up Rob!
What is a nickel?
Comment by Gil'sBarber — May 2, 2011 @ 8:51 pm
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Slim and the Longshots are playin
On Street level, sweet!
But they still suck
Cause Slim can’t afford a hair cut
—- finish it
Comment by Gil'sBarber — May 2, 2011 @ 9:09 pm
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